The pumpkin servant was mesmerized. He watched the confident woman walk away, opting not to partake in the backyard festivities this time. "See you around!" he called after her, biting his lower lip, and hoping that he would.
Back at the font door, Viola waited in the gloom of the doorway, awaiting their next guest.
Back at the font door, Viola waited in the gloom of the doorway, awaiting their next guest.
Evelyn was quite happy to walk in further, a grin spreading across her face. She admired Viola's outfit, the ruffles on the skirt and the buckles on the boots were quite a nice touch. The witch stepped a bit closer to the butler in order to examine him, "Fascinating," she muttered. "Thank you for the welcome."
It didn't take much thought before Evelyn decided on what she would like. "Thank you again for the welcome. I would love to see a trick, if you would be so kind," the witch replied. There was recognition in her eyes whenever she saw Valecia, admiring the grace and authority of this woman. She wondered what kind of magic the people of this house possessed, looking on as Valecia strode to see what awaited her.
"I don't know if I've ever been asked if I would like a trick or a treat by the host, it's a refreshing change," Evelyn remarked. She took in the scene like a kid at a candy shop.
It didn't take much thought before Evelyn decided on what she would like. "Thank you again for the welcome. I would love to see a trick, if you would be so kind," the witch replied. There was recognition in her eyes whenever she saw Valecia, admiring the grace and authority of this woman. She wondered what kind of magic the people of this house possessed, looking on as Valecia strode to see what awaited her.
"I don't know if I've ever been asked if I would like a trick or a treat by the host, it's a refreshing change," Evelyn remarked. She took in the scene like a kid at a candy shop.
In the backyard, Micaria was seen dancing to the music. She briefly stopped when she saw Valecia leaving.
"Aww.... I expected her to join the party..." she let out a sigh.
"Aww.... I expected her to join the party..." she let out a sigh.
The butler chuckled at her fascination. He wasn't unused to being gawked at. He was quite the catch back in his day.
Viola smiled brightly. "I do my best. Well, if you would step down the hall for your trick. Here is a bell. Just give it a ring if you get too frightened." She pressed a small bell into the woman's hand and sent her off with a nod.
The same apparition from earlier appeared, floating down the hall mumbling softly to itself. It led the witch to two doors at the end of the hall, which seemed to stretch on this time. "Ooh. Which one? One or two? Pick wisely or a devil may reach you!" With perfect delivery, the ghost beamed, completely content with its performance.
Meanwhile, in the garden, William stopped haunting the dancefloor and crossed over to the hot drinks. He accepted a hot chocolate and added some hazelnut creamer to it. Taking a sip, he purred softly. It was delightful. "Hey, you, Spider girl. Come get something warm. It's chilly out." The other guest hadn't stayed, and that had seemed to make the spider girl disappointed. He had to at least try and lighten the mood, or his sister would yell at him. He'd promised to be helpful this year. Why? He didn't know, and he now regretted it, but such was life.
Viola smiled brightly. "I do my best. Well, if you would step down the hall for your trick. Here is a bell. Just give it a ring if you get too frightened." She pressed a small bell into the woman's hand and sent her off with a nod.
The same apparition from earlier appeared, floating down the hall mumbling softly to itself. It led the witch to two doors at the end of the hall, which seemed to stretch on this time. "Ooh. Which one? One or two? Pick wisely or a devil may reach you!" With perfect delivery, the ghost beamed, completely content with its performance.
Meanwhile, in the garden, William stopped haunting the dancefloor and crossed over to the hot drinks. He accepted a hot chocolate and added some hazelnut creamer to it. Taking a sip, he purred softly. It was delightful. "Hey, you, Spider girl. Come get something warm. It's chilly out." The other guest hadn't stayed, and that had seemed to make the spider girl disappointed. He had to at least try and lighten the mood, or his sister would yell at him. He'd promised to be helpful this year. Why? He didn't know, and he now regretted it, but such was life.
Evelyn accepted the bell, "You are quite the hostess, this place is charming both inside and out," she said with a wink, strolling down the hall. She wanted to take a bit of time and relish the experience, as eager as she was to experience the trick for herself. The way the hallway seemed to go on into eternity was intriguing, she stood on her tippy toes for a moment trying to see if it was an illusion or not. Her brow furrowed with the conundrum, and remained so as she contemplated the doors before her.
Cupping her chin in one hand and her elbow with the other, she tilted her hip to the side a bit, the toes of her foot lifting a couple of inches. The pose suggested she was contemplating quite the puzzle. "Hmmm. The second or the first, best not to overthink it," she said, selecting the second door. Reaching out for the handle, she walked through with a similar confidence that Valecia held. Her mannerism was more like she was about to make a discovery, a mix of nerve and excitement.
Cupping her chin in one hand and her elbow with the other, she tilted her hip to the side a bit, the toes of her foot lifting a couple of inches. The pose suggested she was contemplating quite the puzzle. "Hmmm. The second or the first, best not to overthink it," she said, selecting the second door. Reaching out for the handle, she walked through with a similar confidence that Valecia held. Her mannerism was more like she was about to make a discovery, a mix of nerve and excitement.
"Thank you," Viloa beamed, proud her haunted house was appreciated. A lot of planning had gone into it.
The door creaked open, fog escaping from the doorway, it's tendrils wrapping around Evelyn's ankles. "Best be on your way," the ghost said, floating up through the ceiling. She was now alone in the hallway.
The room was bare apart from the thick layer of fog coating the ground. Towards the back of the room sat a large platform with a decorated throne upon it. In it sat a bored looking cat dressed as a devil. "Mew," it stated blandly, looking at Evelyn. The cat took to grooming itself, seemingly content to let the visitor do as she'd please.
Instead of doors being present, there was a path. It wound, twisted and turned. It was filled with mirrors, windows, and monsters, a proper mirror maze.
The door creaked open, fog escaping from the doorway, it's tendrils wrapping around Evelyn's ankles. "Best be on your way," the ghost said, floating up through the ceiling. She was now alone in the hallway.
The room was bare apart from the thick layer of fog coating the ground. Towards the back of the room sat a large platform with a decorated throne upon it. In it sat a bored looking cat dressed as a devil. "Mew," it stated blandly, looking at Evelyn. The cat took to grooming itself, seemingly content to let the visitor do as she'd please.
Instead of doors being present, there was a path. It wound, twisted and turned. It was filled with mirrors, windows, and monsters, a proper mirror maze.
Evelyn turned to the ghost, having been so distracted with the choice she had not paid him as much attention as she should before. She had not suspected the apparition might give her any hint or anything, but this was still a rare treat. "My-" she jumped, startled whenever tendrils reached around her ankles. Her widened eyes followed it as it glided up. She shook her head a little as if it helped her center herself, and opened the door.
The witch was delighted to see a cat dressed as a devil, "So cute!" she remarked. But the bland mewing and the way it looked bored made her hesitate. She very much wanted to pet it, but she also suspected this might be something posing as a cat. She started looking around the room more, the fog parting and swirling around her boots and closing in behind her as she walked. Seeing the path that stretched out before her, the young woman was reminded of the hallway. An illusion, an enchantment to make the space within bigger with some kind of extradimensional charm?
Evelyn walked forward to investigate the labyrinth of mirrors and windows. She felt a nervous anticipation for what she might find in here. When would she get another chance to do something like this? At least not for another year, she reasoned. Walking through the maze at a measured pace so she wouldn't make too much noise, her expression and body language showing more wonder and curiosity than fear, she walked into the maze.
The witch was delighted to see a cat dressed as a devil, "So cute!" she remarked. But the bland mewing and the way it looked bored made her hesitate. She very much wanted to pet it, but she also suspected this might be something posing as a cat. She started looking around the room more, the fog parting and swirling around her boots and closing in behind her as she walked. Seeing the path that stretched out before her, the young woman was reminded of the hallway. An illusion, an enchantment to make the space within bigger with some kind of extradimensional charm?
Evelyn walked forward to investigate the labyrinth of mirrors and windows. She felt a nervous anticipation for what she might find in here. When would she get another chance to do something like this? At least not for another year, she reasoned. Walking through the maze at a measured pace so she wouldn't make too much noise, her expression and body language showing more wonder and curiosity than fear, she walked into the maze.
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The butler chuckled at her fascination. He wasn't unused to being gawked at. He was quite the catch back in his day.
Viola smiled brightly. "I do my best. Well, if you would step down the hall for your trick. Here is a bell. Just give it a ring if you get too frightened." She pressed a small bell into the woman's hand and sent her off with a nod.
The same apparition from earlier appeared, floating down the hall mumbling softly to itself. It led the witch to two doors at the end of the hall, which seemed to stretch on this time. "Ooh. Which one? One or two? Pick wisely or a devil may reach you!" With perfect delivery, the ghost beamed, completely content with its performance.
Meanwhile, in the garden, William stopped haunting the dancefloor and crossed over to the hot drinks. He accepted a hot chocolate and added some hazelnut creamer to it. Taking a sip, he purred softly. It was delightful. "Hey, you, Spider girl. Come get something warm. It's chilly out." The other guest hadn't stayed, and that had seemed to make the spider girl disappointed. He had to at least try and lighten the mood, or his sister would yell at him. He'd promised to be helpful this year. Why? He didn't know, and he now regretted it, but such was life.
Viola smiled brightly. "I do my best. Well, if you would step down the hall for your trick. Here is a bell. Just give it a ring if you get too frightened." She pressed a small bell into the woman's hand and sent her off with a nod.
The same apparition from earlier appeared, floating down the hall mumbling softly to itself. It led the witch to two doors at the end of the hall, which seemed to stretch on this time. "Ooh. Which one? One or two? Pick wisely or a devil may reach you!" With perfect delivery, the ghost beamed, completely content with its performance.
Meanwhile, in the garden, William stopped haunting the dancefloor and crossed over to the hot drinks. He accepted a hot chocolate and added some hazelnut creamer to it. Taking a sip, he purred softly. It was delightful. "Hey, you, Spider girl. Come get something warm. It's chilly out." The other guest hadn't stayed, and that had seemed to make the spider girl disappointed. He had to at least try and lighten the mood, or his sister would yell at him. He'd promised to be helpful this year. Why? He didn't know, and he now regretted it, but such was life.
"Oh, sure." Micaria perked and walked to William and the drinks. She choose a hot chocolate and took a sip from it. She wanted enjoy the part as good as possible and also not to disappoint the hosts.
As she walked by a window, a neko dressed as a zombie suddenly slammed against it, groaning, "Brains," as she walked by. At another part of the maze, a plastic bat on a string suddenly dangled in front of her. Down the other twists and turns were various other horrors, none ever touching, just using the element of surprise. Finally, at the end of the maze sat another cat dressed as a devil sitting on a pedestal. "Mew," it said, licking its paw and then seeming to gesture to the yard beyond.
Music wafted up to meet them, as did the smell of the hot drinks. Below, a neko dressed as a ghost chatted with a guest. He sipped from his cup. "Any good?" he asked the girl.
His eyes wandered to the back door of the house and raised an eyebrow. Seemed another guest had chosen a trick. Will this one stay for the party? he wondered.
Meanwhile, Viola waited for their next guest. She was about ready to switch with William. Hopefully, he'd remember that they were supposed to change roles every so often.
Music wafted up to meet them, as did the smell of the hot drinks. Below, a neko dressed as a ghost chatted with a guest. He sipped from his cup. "Any good?" he asked the girl.
His eyes wandered to the back door of the house and raised an eyebrow. Seemed another guest had chosen a trick. Will this one stay for the party? he wondered.
Meanwhile, Viola waited for their next guest. She was about ready to switch with William. Hopefully, he'd remember that they were supposed to change roles every so often.
Evelyn jumped back whenever a neko slammed against the window, her eyes widening as it demanded brains. She quickly walked back, glancing back. The rest of the maze was like a comfortable scare, something that would offer a surprise or intrigue but no danger. Just like a haunted house attraction in the non-magical world! She giggled to think about it.
Whenever she did arrive to the end, she was happy to see a cat again. Her head tilted a bit, lips pursed as she regarded it with skepticism. But it still appeared to be a cat, one of the things she loved, and so cute. Seeing it gesture, she gave it a small curtsy before heading through to the party. "This place was quite the find," she said to no one in particular, seeing the neko and guest. The witch walked over to help herself to a hot drink and look for someone to mingle with, thinking she would have to linger here for a time.
Whenever she did arrive to the end, she was happy to see a cat again. Her head tilted a bit, lips pursed as she regarded it with skepticism. But it still appeared to be a cat, one of the things she loved, and so cute. Seeing it gesture, she gave it a small curtsy before heading through to the party. "This place was quite the find," she said to no one in particular, seeing the neko and guest. The witch walked over to help herself to a hot drink and look for someone to mingle with, thinking she would have to linger here for a time.
The cat didn't seem too interested in her. As she walked off, it curled up and settled in for a nap.
William spied their latest guest the moment she exited that back doors. He walked over and gave her one of his crooked grins. "Help yourself. We have candy, cakes, drinks, and stuff." She likely already saw that, though, considering that she'd grabbed herself a cup. He took a sip of his cocoa and leaned against the table, trying to look cool. Words seemed to escape him, though, so he just grinned.
William spied their latest guest the moment she exited that back doors. He walked over and gave her one of his crooked grins. "Help yourself. We have candy, cakes, drinks, and stuff." She likely already saw that, though, considering that she'd grabbed herself a cup. He took a sip of his cocoa and leaned against the table, trying to look cool. Words seemed to escape him, though, so he just grinned.
[img][/img]Mitch stopped a few paces short of the gate, the kind of stillness settling over him that only came from long habit — the need to read a place before stepping into it. His eyes lingered on the cat, the way its tail swayed as if keeping time with something unseen.
The air here was heavy, he realized. The kind that remembered things.
He drew in a slow breath, shoulders rising and falling beneath the worn fabric of his coat. The open gate, the lanterns, the flicker of movement behind those tall windows — all of it felt too deliberate to be simple festivity. Then came the stillness. The hush. And the butler’s apparition.
“Guess I’m not the first ghost to wander up uninvited,” he murmured, voice low enough to almost be lost to the night.
Stepping forward, he offered the faintest, measured nod to the specter — not mockery, not reverence, just acknowledgment. “Evening,” he said quietly. “Didn’t expect the welcome committee to be quite so literal.”
His gaze lifted toward the dark figure in the doorway. A flicker of unease passed through him, quickly masked. “I’m looking for someone,” he said after a pause, tone careful, deliberate. “Or maybe I’m just trying to see if this place is as haunted as I am.”
The air here was heavy, he realized. The kind that remembered things.
He drew in a slow breath, shoulders rising and falling beneath the worn fabric of his coat. The open gate, the lanterns, the flicker of movement behind those tall windows — all of it felt too deliberate to be simple festivity. Then came the stillness. The hush. And the butler’s apparition.
“Guess I’m not the first ghost to wander up uninvited,” he murmured, voice low enough to almost be lost to the night.
Stepping forward, he offered the faintest, measured nod to the specter — not mockery, not reverence, just acknowledgment. “Evening,” he said quietly. “Didn’t expect the welcome committee to be quite so literal.”
His gaze lifted toward the dark figure in the doorway. A flicker of unease passed through him, quickly masked. “I’m looking for someone,” he said after a pause, tone careful, deliberate. “Or maybe I’m just trying to see if this place is as haunted as I am.”
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Evelyn jumped back whenever a neko slammed against the window, her eyes widening as it demanded brains. She quickly walked back, glancing back. The rest of the maze was like a comfortable scare, something that would offer a surprise or intrigue but no danger. Just like a haunted house attraction in the non-magical world! She giggled to think about it.
Whenever she did arrive to the end, she was happy to see a cat again. Her head tilted a bit, lips pursed as she regarded it with skepticism. But it still appeared to be a cat, one of the things she loved, and so cute. Seeing it gesture, she gave it a small curtsy before heading through to the party. "This place was quite the find," she said to no one in particular, seeing the neko and guest. The witch walked over to help herself to a hot drink and look for someone to mingle with, thinking she would have to linger here for a time.
Whenever she did arrive to the end, she was happy to see a cat again. Her head tilted a bit, lips pursed as she regarded it with skepticism. But it still appeared to be a cat, one of the things she loved, and so cute. Seeing it gesture, she gave it a small curtsy before heading through to the party. "This place was quite the find," she said to no one in particular, seeing the neko and guest. The witch walked over to help herself to a hot drink and look for someone to mingle with, thinking she would have to linger here for a time.
Micaria took a sip from her drink and noticed Evelyn. She immediately figured she was a fellow witch, so she decided to talk to her.
"Hey." she greeted cheerfully. "The party is great, isn't it?"
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[img][/img]Mitch stopped a few paces short of the gate, the kind of stillness settling over him that only came from long habit — the need to read a place before stepping into it. His eyes lingered on the cat, the way its tail swayed as if keeping time with something unseen.
The air here was heavy, he realized. The kind that remembered things.
He drew in a slow breath, shoulders rising and falling beneath the worn fabric of his coat. The open gate, the lanterns, the flicker of movement behind those tall windows — all of it felt too deliberate to be simple festivity. Then came the stillness. The hush. And the butler’s apparition.
“Guess I’m not the first ghost to wander up uninvited,” he murmured, voice low enough to almost be lost to the night.
Stepping forward, he offered the faintest, measured nod to the specter — not mockery, not reverence, just acknowledgment. “Evening,” he said quietly. “Didn’t expect the welcome committee to be quite so literal.”
His gaze lifted toward the dark figure in the doorway. A flicker of unease passed through him, quickly masked. “I’m looking for someone,” he said after a pause, tone careful, deliberate. “Or maybe I’m just trying to see if this place is as haunted as I am.”
The air here was heavy, he realized. The kind that remembered things.
He drew in a slow breath, shoulders rising and falling beneath the worn fabric of his coat. The open gate, the lanterns, the flicker of movement behind those tall windows — all of it felt too deliberate to be simple festivity. Then came the stillness. The hush. And the butler’s apparition.
“Guess I’m not the first ghost to wander up uninvited,” he murmured, voice low enough to almost be lost to the night.
Stepping forward, he offered the faintest, measured nod to the specter — not mockery, not reverence, just acknowledgment. “Evening,” he said quietly. “Didn’t expect the welcome committee to be quite so literal.”
His gaze lifted toward the dark figure in the doorway. A flicker of unease passed through him, quickly masked. “I’m looking for someone,” he said after a pause, tone careful, deliberate. “Or maybe I’m just trying to see if this place is as haunted as I am.”
The butler considered the fellow before him. "Evening," he replied simply. "My lady has gone through great lengths to make this night as great as possible. Please do try to enjoy yourself."
Viola stepped forward out of the shadows, a smile on her face. She tilted her head at his words and then laughed. He certainly was in character. She wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to be, though. Maybe a poet or something. "So, does that mean you'd like a trick?" Her maid stepped from the shadows, as well. "We do have treats if you'd prefer that. There's also a party going on out back."
The Dimetis wrote:
John Mitchell wrote:
[img][/img]Mitch stopped a few paces short of the gate, the kind of stillness settling over him that only came from long habit — the need to read a place before stepping into it. His eyes lingered on the cat, the way its tail swayed as if keeping time with something unseen.
The air here was heavy, he realized. The kind that remembered things.
He drew in a slow breath, shoulders rising and falling beneath the worn fabric of his coat. The open gate, the lanterns, the flicker of movement behind those tall windows — all of it felt too deliberate to be simple festivity. Then came the stillness. The hush. And the butler’s apparition.
“Guess I’m not the first ghost to wander up uninvited,” he murmured, voice low enough to almost be lost to the night.
Stepping forward, he offered the faintest, measured nod to the specter — not mockery, not reverence, just acknowledgment. “Evening,” he said quietly. “Didn’t expect the welcome committee to be quite so literal.”
His gaze lifted toward the dark figure in the doorway. A flicker of unease passed through him, quickly masked. “I’m looking for someone,” he said after a pause, tone careful, deliberate. “Or maybe I’m just trying to see if this place is as haunted as I am.”
The air here was heavy, he realized. The kind that remembered things.
He drew in a slow breath, shoulders rising and falling beneath the worn fabric of his coat. The open gate, the lanterns, the flicker of movement behind those tall windows — all of it felt too deliberate to be simple festivity. Then came the stillness. The hush. And the butler’s apparition.
“Guess I’m not the first ghost to wander up uninvited,” he murmured, voice low enough to almost be lost to the night.
Stepping forward, he offered the faintest, measured nod to the specter — not mockery, not reverence, just acknowledgment. “Evening,” he said quietly. “Didn’t expect the welcome committee to be quite so literal.”
His gaze lifted toward the dark figure in the doorway. A flicker of unease passed through him, quickly masked. “I’m looking for someone,” he said after a pause, tone careful, deliberate. “Or maybe I’m just trying to see if this place is as haunted as I am.”
The butler considered the fellow before him. "Evening," he replied simply. "My lady has gone through great lengths to make this night as great as possible. Please do try to enjoy yourself."
Viola stepped forward out of the shadows, a smile on her face. She tilted her head at his words and then laughed. He certainly was in character. She wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to be, though. Maybe a poet or something. "So, does that mean you'd like a trick?" Her maid stepped from the shadows, as well. "We do have treats if you'd prefer that. There's also a party going on out back."
Mitch’s smile deepened just a fraction — the kind of half-smirk that never quite reached his eyes but carried the weight of quiet amusement. At her question, he slipped his hands from his pockets and gestured subtly to the pale blue scrubs beneath his coat.
“A nurse,” he said, tone smooth, unhurried. “Guess I didn’t get the memo about costumes needing more… flair.”
He let the words hang there for a moment, gaze flicking between her and the maid, that glint of dry humor softening the gravity in his eyes. “Long shift,” he added, almost offhand, as if that explained everything — which, in a way, it did.
Then, with a small nod toward the lantern-lit path, he murmured, “Still, I’ll take your advice. Maybe a trick or two’s what I need to forget the real work for a while.”
Viola blinked. Had he read her mind? She didn't think she'd asked that out loud. A poet certainly would've been more fitting, in her opinion. Still, it wasn't really her place to judge. That wasn't what tonight was all about! "There's no fancy costume requirement. I mean, just look at mine," she giggled. It hadn't been a particularly expensive costume. Most of it, she'd actually found in the mansion. It probably belonged to her mother, once upon a time.
"Well, I do hope that you enjoy yourself after such a long day. Thanks for what you do." She hadn't ever considered being a nurse. They always seemed to busy and tired. It simply didn't resonate with her. She produced a bell and dinged it once before handing it to him. "If you get too frightened, just ring the bell, and we'll escort you to the party."
This time, instead of the rhyming ghost, there was a black cat that walked out of the dimly lit call. "Mow!" it called, its eyes on the guest. The cat turned around and began walking down the hall, expecting the male to follow. Instead of any doors, they were led into a large room. Fog covered the ground and leached out of the room, its tendrils reaching for something to grasp onto. The cat hissed at the fog and jumped up on a pedestal. "Meow," it stated. Whether the human understood or not was up to him. The cat did done his job.
From inside the room came a chuckled. "Well, well. They've finally brought a sacrifice." A hooded figure stood over a cauldron that glowed green and had the fog spewing out.
"Well, I do hope that you enjoy yourself after such a long day. Thanks for what you do." She hadn't ever considered being a nurse. They always seemed to busy and tired. It simply didn't resonate with her. She produced a bell and dinged it once before handing it to him. "If you get too frightened, just ring the bell, and we'll escort you to the party."
This time, instead of the rhyming ghost, there was a black cat that walked out of the dimly lit call. "Mow!" it called, its eyes on the guest. The cat turned around and began walking down the hall, expecting the male to follow. Instead of any doors, they were led into a large room. Fog covered the ground and leached out of the room, its tendrils reaching for something to grasp onto. The cat hissed at the fog and jumped up on a pedestal. "Meow," it stated. Whether the human understood or not was up to him. The cat did done his job.
From inside the room came a chuckled. "Well, well. They've finally brought a sacrifice." A hooded figure stood over a cauldron that glowed green and had the fog spewing out.
Evelyn was delighted to meet another witch. "Oh, good evening!" she said cheerfully. "Yes, this place is lovely! Beyond my wildest dreams to just stumble across this kind of place," she said, lifting the drink to her lips to take a careful sip. "My name is Evelyn, so pleased to meet you," she said, her voice warm.
"What is your favorite spell?" she asked, a question that had helped her start conversations with fellow magic users in the past. The young woman was also people watching, one of her favorite past times. One could learn much more if they were quiet and listened sometimes. She observed the newcomer, one of her eyebrows lifting a bit and a more speculative look coming over her face. There was something unusual about the man, but she couldn't quite figure it out. She had met someone with this kind of way about them before, but who and where?
Idly wondering what he would encounter, she took another sip of her drink. "Did you pick a treat or a trick by the way," she asked Viola, curious.
"What is your favorite spell?" she asked, a question that had helped her start conversations with fellow magic users in the past. The young woman was also people watching, one of her favorite past times. One could learn much more if they were quiet and listened sometimes. She observed the newcomer, one of her eyebrows lifting a bit and a more speculative look coming over her face. There was something unusual about the man, but she couldn't quite figure it out. She had met someone with this kind of way about them before, but who and where?
Idly wondering what he would encounter, she took another sip of her drink. "Did you pick a treat or a trick by the way," she asked Viola, curious.
"My name is Micaria, nice to meet you Evelyn." Micaria offered one of her six hands. She was excited to get to know an another witch. "By the way, my favourite spell is my Pleaides of my Constellation Magic." she also tells.
Evelyn shook Micaria's hand, this witch's appearance was strange but interesting. She had come across many different kinds of beings in her time. "Sounds intriguing, does it involve the number seven?"
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